The Fate of a Snail

Imagine a snail, and the life that it lives.

Sliding around, no value it gives. 

There’s no thought of purpose, no mention of pain.

There’s really no logic in a poor snails brain.

Imagine the life of a dog with no home.

No loyalty or love, he wanders alone.

On one hand there’s freedom, his life is a hunt.

But the dog doesn’t know what the poor dog wants. 

Imagine a human, and the idea of death.

The notion of time and the value of breath.

Working, coping, every day’s a fight.

The poor human knows that this is not right.

Imagine a God, an eternal kind of thing.

A thing that is given, despite what we bring.

The poor human wants, but thinks up a plan,

Giving snails and dogs the same fate as man.